New Year's Eve...
A time for new beginnings, romance, and fireworks of every kind.
In my mind, NYE has always held the spot for being the most mythically romantic holiday. I have literally grown up with this larger than life opinion of how this night should go.
This is my 28th New Year's Eve and I have yet to celebrate one the way that I've always wanted to. In fact, I've never done more than bang a few pots, have a dinner, or go to sleep.
This should be okay. I mean, if I haven't figured out by now that Hollywood is not a solid example of real life then I should probably be smacked. But for some reason, each year that goes by feels a little more bittersweet. Last New Year's Eve I drove to the top of the highest hill and watched the fireworks light off. I was alone...but it was still beautiful.
This year I will be home alone...again. And frankly, I'm an all or nothing kind of girl. If a night doesn't turn out like I had hoped, I want to fully appreciate it by whining.
So I have decided to celebrate with all the Hollywood drama I can muster. I will pour myself a glass of champagne, light off a wish lantern (appropriately covered in wishes), and kiss my chihuahua. On second thought, that last part may not happen.
P.S. This is how cute I will think I look while pouting...
This is a more probable appearance...
A time for new beginnings, romance, and fireworks of every kind.
In my mind, NYE has always held the spot for being the most mythically romantic holiday. I have literally grown up with this larger than life opinion of how this night should go.
Harry and Sally confess their love...
Times Square erupts into color and solidarity...
David Niven and Ginger Rogers fall classically in love amidst luxurious parties and misunderstood parentage...
The Magic Kingdom throws all it's charm and romance into one evening...
New movies are made...
And old movies stay glorious...
This should be okay. I mean, if I haven't figured out by now that Hollywood is not a solid example of real life then I should probably be smacked. But for some reason, each year that goes by feels a little more bittersweet. Last New Year's Eve I drove to the top of the highest hill and watched the fireworks light off. I was alone...but it was still beautiful.
This year I will be home alone...again. And frankly, I'm an all or nothing kind of girl. If a night doesn't turn out like I had hoped, I want to fully appreciate it by whining.
So I have decided to celebrate with all the Hollywood drama I can muster. I will pour myself a glass of champagne, light off a wish lantern (appropriately covered in wishes), and kiss my chihuahua. On second thought, that last part may not happen.
P.S. This is how cute I will think I look while pouting...
This is a more probable appearance...
Rach, you are wonderful! Seriously girl, you are an amazing writer... start on that book right away, you have one devoted fan already. ;) Happy New Year, no matter what cuz! xo
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